I waited and now I’m stuck. I plugged in a backup and got the familiar message asking for the encryption key. I entered the thirty-two digits in the...order I’d worked out and waited. I got the same message. “Simon says, ‘Find me if you can.’ All the clues are here. Everything you wanted to know. I never expected you to get this far but I’m not making it any easier to uncover the secrets on this drive. It’s too bad you’re colorblind, Dag!” Then, “Press Esc to continue.” No deal this time, Simon.. Ashley then says,… how can you possibly say a thing like that? You do not know anything about me? The gentleman goes on to say, Ashley I know everything about you! The tone of his voice was again smooth mater of fact and that of a man that was quite self assured and knew exactly what he was about to say! His comment was followed by, you are a 34 year old divorced mother of two. You lost your ungrateful children in a one sided custody battle to your ex, and this has left you alone, on your own. How had he sneaked up on me without a sound? Why had he been so quiet? Was he hiding something or had he wanted to catch me doing something I shouldn’t, searching through a drawer or something? I pushed these silly fears from the front of my mind, put there, I guess buy thoughts about that damned card – there was a much more likely and simple explanation – he hadn’t wanted to wake me. That was it. I silently scolded myself for being so silly. He took hold of the slim shoulder strap of my. "Karen, does a man wear a pink lace brassiere?" No, Grace, a man most certainly does not." Then who? Or what?"Karen got up came and stood beside Grace so that the two women seemed to tower over him. "Why a sissy, that's who. Boys who wear pink lace brassieres are sissies, Grace. Just like my husband Alan, the sissy with the pink lace brassiere."Suddenly Alan snapped out of his trance. He leapt up and at the same time reached around him to unhook the bra. But while he struggled with the.